15. TRAFFO - Jazz - Joey Llama x AI

[Verse 1 – smooth, finger-snap swing]
Every street’s got a cutter, every shop’s got a glow,
Plastic plates are everywhere, baby, don’t you know.
The market’s floodin’ daily, the labels all the same,
So tell me now, my darling, why remember my name?

[Chorus – big brass hits]
Why me? Why pick Joey Llama?
In a world full of plastic, I’m playin’ real drama.
TRAFFO’s my song, engravin’ it fine,
Anyone can cut it, but the story’s mine.

[Verse 2 – laid-back, smoky sax fills]
Dual-layer acrylic, black on white, white on red,
Laser beams are singin’, precision where they tread.
But skill ain’t just the cutting, it’s the care in my hand,
I’m the jazzman of labels, not a factory band.

[Chorus – swing harder]
Why me? Why pick Joey Llama?
Corporate cats got the numbers, but I got the glamour.
TRAFFO’s my groove, the rhythm, the flow,
You could buy from the rest… but you’ll come back for Joe.

[Bridge – piano solo, spoken word over music]
Yeah, the giants cut thousands, they print ’em by the ton,
But where’s the soul, baby, when the song is done?
See, I’m riffin’ on your order like a sax in the night,
Custom cuts, personal touch, every tag’s just right.

[Final Chorus – big brass & scatting outro]
Why me? Why pick Joey Llama?
In a sea full of copies, I’m playin’ Nirvana.
TRAFFO’s not just plastic, it’s a tune I compose,
Anyone can cut it — but only I make it glow.

(scat outro, trumpet fades)
Ba-da-bap-bap… TRAFFO… ohhh yeah.